[ North snorts out a laugh and just presses back in to kiss York again. Now he raises his arm from where he'd wrapped it around York's waist to frame his cheek with his fingers, stroking the hair at his sideburn. It feels nice to allow their usual affection to be more directed, more tender, more ardent. he'd always enjoyed when they touched, craved it even, the tangling of their limbs as they relax on the bed, the press of their hips as they sit side-by-side.
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How had he missed that it was this way for him? ]